inside an oreo cookie
this story starts in the middle
like inside an oreo cookie
there’s a whole bunch of them
stacked like poker chips
right there on the kitchen counter
I begin to wonder who put them there
then I begin to think
something isn’t right
and I turn my back and step away
of course I stop and turn back around
I am drawn back to the counter
my inquisitive brain processing
like a little watson
why are they here
and why are they stacked
I pick off the top one
with my thumb and three fingertips
and slowly twist it open
april two thousand twenty
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